by Sarah Louise Crewe
Slither his tail end
on smoke periphery.
Coin eyes conceal
sea dog soul window schtick.
Coach ends as scaled
parenthesis. Surge
thrust/pulse out of water
in your palms. Trans-postcode
pendolino dolly with
shark's eye poppy round her neck.
Watch wound up to dilate
Polysubstantial bite marks
and it's not just the quinine
That is setting her to burn.
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Casper the Basking Shark
by Sarah Louise Crewe
storm in the Port
the rain could break
a bone shark's neck
you wade in
200 tiny teeth -set on edge
skin hisses fissures from
lampreys cookiecutters
scan for a dock
a place to caaaaaaalm
dowwwwn
but you rarely rest
jaw is a cavern
flash your three bar
grill at Baby Blue
raise a crescent moon tail
to omnipotent sky
i cannot believe that you came here
to die
storm in the Port
the rain could break
a bone shark's neck
you wade in
200 tiny teeth -set on edge
skin hisses fissures from
lampreys cookiecutters
scan for a dock
a place to caaaaaaalm
dowwwwn
but you rarely rest
jaw is a cavern
flash your three bar
grill at Baby Blue
raise a crescent moon tail
to omnipotent sky
i cannot believe that you came here
to die
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